James fumbles backward, shaking in disbelief and fear. The girl's eye lids drape down and seal once again. James crawls over to her and, while cautiously keeping a little bit of distance, says, "Hello?" The girl just lies there still. He gets a little closer now, and she begins to open her eyes again; but this time they are not glowing.
She passes out once more, and James picks her up and carries her into his truck. Ten minutes later, he has her laying on the couch, still asleep, while he's making her green tea with a few drops of honey. He walks over to her, as she's bundled up in flannel blankets, and sets the tea down on the coffee table. He stares at her, and although he's still slightly terrified of what he saw, can't help but notice her beauty. She has golden blonde hair, with tight-rosy cheeks. Her eye lashes are long, and her lips are soft. Before covering her with blankets, he also noticed her tight black outfit, which revealed her fit and curvy body.
After twenty minutes of sitting in his family's rocking chair while watching television, he hears a gasp and looks over at her. She's awake and looks alert. She jumps up and throws her hands up in some type of defensive stance as she stares at James. Her breath is heavy, and she looks rattled while also appearing dangerous. James shouts, "No it's ok, I mean no harm! I found you in the middle of a crash site!" He continues, "Don't hurt me, I just wanted to help you!" She stares at him with intensity that he has never seen before. She replies, "Where am I?" without moving a muscle. "You're in Beckonville. A small town in North America." She quickly says, "earth?" James answers, "Yes. Planet earth." He then follows with, "You're not from earth?" "No," she says. In awe, James just stairs at her—thinking about how her eyes glowed earlier. He manages to form a kind smile and says, "I made you some tea."
As he hands the mug to her, he grabs his as well. She sits down on the couch and holds it with both hands. "What is tea?" She says. James chuckles, "It's a warm drink that will help you feel better." She begins to bring the glass toward her lips, while her face is still covered in soot, and James quickly stops her. "Wait! It's really hot! Blow on in like this." He then blows the steam away from his own mug. She looks at him, then at her tea, and begins to blow on it. As she does her breath turns icy and freezes the entire mug. Startling herself, she drops the frozen cup and it shatters into shards of ice on the floor.